Chapter 5

Polyandry, to most people, seems like a situation just designed to cause strife and unhappiness. Usually, because of the Mormons, polyandry is thought of as one man with multiple wives. The Mormons don’t do that anymore, with a few remote or underground exceptions. They don’t do that anymore in large part because the rest of the world just couldn’t stomach it. Outsiders assumed that the wives were jealous of each other and competed for their husband’s attention. They assumed that because many women get jealous of other women, especially if a woman’s man looks at another woman. It’s a one man/one woman kind of society. Yes, these days somebody will argue that gender issues make that concept antiquated, but count the number of people who own a Pride flag and then count the number of people who don’t. You know which group will be larger, and generally speaking, the majority expects to rule.

It is this very concept that, in 1890, caused movers and shakers, meaning the American Government, to more or less force the Mormons to get back in the one man/one woman line.

Laws, however, may not affect the way people feel about each other. If two women love the same man and can make that work, on an underground basis, then what they do is nobody else’s business.

And if one woman can love three men, all of whom like each other and aren’t jealous of each other, then laws are considered a nuisance that must be dealt with, but not abided by.

So, as far as the world went, Heather had a husband, and a brother she was very close with, and an old, childhood friend who couldn’t seem to bond with any woman, and who received more or less instruction from Heather. The outside world was told she was trying to get the boy laid, but his infirmity and PTSD and who knows what else made him too much for anybody to handle except Heather. Many of our friends, in fact, admired her for her tenacity in trying to help him through the problems that arose because he was willing to give his life for his country.

Jason didn’t have to act crazy, or mimic any well-known symptoms of PTSD. All he had to do was get mad once in a while, or yell, or look at women and whistle, and it was blamed on his PTSD. You might have noticed that the actions described are performed by all men, with the possible exception of the whistling. At least the audible whistling. When people want to believe something, they will invent reasons to do so.

Within two weeks, the atmosphere in the Simpson household was similar to a work place where three people perform their different tasks in harmony with each other, so the job gets efficiently done. As in any situation where three people need to cooperate, there were comments made, and advice given, and a few “Go fuck yourself!” moments, but those all smoothed over, in large part because there was always a third person to whom “Go fuck yourself!” did not apply, and who could calm things down. And, of course, after things calmed down, there was generally a lot of very good and very hot makeup sex. Unless it was the men who were angry with each other. If that was the situation, each man could be distracted by being dragged to the bedroom and basically fucked happy.

And when you generally get along, you don’t mind the other guy being fucked happy in there, because you either just had your turn, or you’ll get it soon.

So, in large part, our household hummed along with three happy people in it. David counted, of course, but he didn’t live with us.

Heather and I worked, and Jason went to school. His GI bill paid for it, so he wasn’t destitute and he wasn’t homeless. He had the same horrid memories as any other combat veteran, but he also had an incredible support system, even though none of us thought that’s what we were doing. It would take some time for Jason to decide that Heather had saved him. He had loved her before this, but when he realized what she had unknowingly done by loving him, he became the guardian of the family. He would remain that for the rest of our lives.

Of course we didn’t know that, or at least see it from the perspective I have just described. When you’re “in the fray” you can’t see the big picture sometimes. I have the benefit of years of experience in this little polyandric experiment to give me that big picture.

Heather got pregnant five months after Jason came to “visit.” I have no idea why it took that long, since she was almost literally soaked in sperm. Finally, her extremely active libido could get enough that she felt satisfied. Her desire to “do something different” faded away. She loved being a wife to two men and she was finally deeply happy. Maybe that’s why she was able to get with child. She wasn’t filled with tension anymore.

She let her hair grow and let it cascade. I saw a Farrah Fawcett poster one time and did a double take because I thought it was Heather’s image. She was happy, healthy and had that look that has been gutterized by calling it “well fucked”. Wherever she went, she left a flurry of men with tightness in their testicles.

And she was ours. It was incredible. It was like Santa brought you everything on your list.